"2569-30" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 7 - The Dularnian Queen)2569 A.D.! THE DULARNIAN QUEEN AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Thirty "I keep `thinking' of Lorraine," my husband said to me as we laid together in each other's arms. I was tempted to say some- thing like "I hope its with her clothes on", but thought "better" of it just then. "I think she was `serious' about Valeris too." "What are your `feelings' on Valeris?" I asked, kissing the side of his neck. "Do you consider her a `threat' to `Mankind'?" "Lorraine's airplane is still here," he answered me back. I knew that she hadn't suddenly flown off right back to the Empire. "The guardswoman said that she asked for a carriage," I re- plied, both of us having drifted off the original subject here. "Must have had some destination in mind," he said to me, running a fingertip over one of my bare nipples, "stiffening" it. "She was pretty upset about Valeris for some reason," I re- plied, well aware that I didn't feel too happy about it either! I didn't "like" the woman, or anything she stood for, but I did- n't like the "response" that she'd triggered off among most men!! It reminded me of religious crusades, of a great battle against an unspeakably "evil" enemy that must be "destroyed" at all cost! There have been "wars" like that back in Man's history, even "crusades" of one sort or another against some "unspeakable" foe. "Darlanis `used' Valeris like she once `used' Tara," he an- swered, running a hand down my naked body there beneath the bed covers. It was true that Darlanis had supplied Valeris with the means to destroy the last of the barbarian strongholds there far in the north. She now had a navy, an army mounted on gigantic wolves at home in the evergreen forests of the north. Military "advisors" from California, Imperial Warrioresses, the compound bows as manufactured in Trelandar from Lorraine's own "design"... "Darlanis doesn't `share' Valeris' belief's," I pointed out. "Darlanis is a person who `uses' people," he answered back. I knew "that" was true. She'd somehow managed to convince Tara, who had once been Thar Marden's wife before she took her place, to "serve" her as Warlady. Then when Tara had turned on her over her son's "relationship" with a famous prostitute, Lara Warsan, Darlanis had then turned to Lorraine, "using" her much the same. "And now that Lorraine is starting to show some `independence', I think Darlanis has found herself `another' to carry out her wish- es," my husband spoke, his hand slipping down between my thighs. "You've already `had' me," I pointed out to him then, feel- ing the "touch" of his fingers. My shaved love lips opening, welcoming his fingers as they slipped up into my wet love sheath. "The Queen of Dularn is a woman who `delights' in love mak- ing," he said to me, slipping his fingers in deeper now. The "fact" that I was "sensitized" no doubt had something to do with it here. I knew that there was no way I could control myself... "Where `is' Lorraine?" I asked Tori as we joined the others for breakfast the next morning. The Warlady's airplane still yet was tied to the palace dock where she'd left it the day before. A good roaring fire in the fireplace, a guardswoman at the door. "She hasn't returned yet from wherever she went," Tori said. "I would like to `know' where she went," I spoke, Tori nod- ding, well aware that this was a "command" that could lead to an entire search of the city for the now "missing" Imperial Warlady. "As your majesty wishes," Tori answered, then striding off. "That woman is `up' to something," Queen Freydis muttered. "She does not `approve' of `what' you wish to do," I said. "It hardly `matters' what she thinks," Queen Pharis snapped. "And if I `owned' this wench of yours, I'd welt her big ass for her lazy ways," she added then, regarding a now terrified Kathi. "You don't," I snapped back, irritated by the woman's tone. "Pharis, remember we are `guests' here," her husband spoke. I suspected that Pharis was the "dominant" in this relationship from what I'd seen here and what my own husband had told me now. "You, `summon' our own girl," Pharis snapped then at Kathi. "Do so," I said to Kathi, my eyes holding those of Pharis'. "Now this is a proper slave girl!" Pharis snapped at me. The wench kneeling before us, head deeply down, her hands clasped behind herself. I sensed the girl's terror too of her mistress! A "terror", I suspected here, that might be fully justified too!! "May I command her?" I said in a soft voice, Pharis nodding, well aware that as a guest here in my palace she could hardly do otherwise. Her husband sitting there regarding me, and the girl. "Girl, stand, remove your dress," I said to the wench, who glanced at her mistress, and then at me, well aware that she would have to do. Most slave girls have little "modesty" as such after having worn the collar for a month or so. I speak here from my own experience at such "things" back when I was a slave girl in Trelandar. One quickly gets "used" to the fact that one's body is no longer "theirs", that others now "own" you and that you have no more "rights" at the best than does some dog... "Do so, slut!" Pharis snapped, and most unpleasantly here. She was not the sort of a woman I really wanted for a "mother in law", but I didn't know what I could do about it here either now! "Oh, oh," I heard Freydis breathe, Lorraine now stepping into the room. She looked something like a thunderstorm about to strike. Obviously whatever she'd attempted to "do" had failed. She looked tired, exhausted, and at her wits end just then too... "Carry on," the Imperial Warlady snapped, standing there. I suspected that she was suffering from "morning sickness" judging from the way that she stood, the glow of sweat there on her brow. In any case she wasn't in a good mood, I could tell easily here. "Remove your clothing," I said to the luckless slave girl. "Yes, mistress," the girl answered, undoing her clothing. "Who is your mistress?" Lorraine spoke in level tones. The girl's body covered with half healed welts from shoulder to knee. "And what did you `do' to `earn' this," the Warlady asked her. "She spilled wine," Pharis snapped, angry at all this. "`Stand', Queen of the Wyomings," Lorraine said then to her. "What do you mean?" Pharis snapped unpleasantly. I don't think she expected the "slap" that sent her stumbling back, the strength of the Imperial Warlady greater than one might expect... "You have been `challenged' under the caste codes," Lorraine said in level tones, drawing the long slim sword she carried, a blade of stainless steel forged centuries ago in a time of myth. "You're `pregnant'," Pharis gasped, no doubt terrified now as any might be by being "challenged" by the greatest swordswoman of all time! A woman who was a legend all over the known world! "A pregnant woman can still issue a `challenge'," Lorraine said. She cannot be "challenged", but she can issue one, I knew. All of us sitting there, the whipped slave girl going to her knees, no doubt well aware as were all of us that there was no way that Pharis could escape with her "honor" intact right now. "Why?" Pharis pleaded, well aware now too that her life was Lorraine's to "take" if the Imperial Warlady wished to take it. "Draw," Lorraine spoke, standing there, her voice like ice. I saw Pharis draw, saw the terror in her eyes as she stood there. I dared not interfere in such a thing as this despite my power as Queen of Dularn. Under the caste codes I had no choice in this! I remembered seeing Lorraine "play" with Carol, whose own swords- manship I had so greatly admired, a woman who I had once thought might even be a "match" for the Imperial Warlady. It is said by many that Lorraine is the greatest swordswoman of all time, from the age when swords were first invented until now. I believe it! "She is a good swordswoman," my husband whispered to me. I supposed that she was. But against LORRAINE? A woman whose own skill with a blade is such that no man or woman can stand against her? Granted, Lorraine was six months pregnant, but I didn't think it would make that much of a difference. I didn't even think that Pharis would be a match for me, and I'm not really all that good, even after everything I learned from Carol last year. "Make your move," Lorraine spoke in level tones. I saw the swift interchange of blades, saw Pharis leap back, reach up, touch her face, saw the blood start to run. I did not think that Lorraine "wished" to kill or she would have done so now. I knew, however, that whatever Lorraine wished to "do" to Pharis, she could do so without anyone being able to stop her from doing so! "She didn't even `move'," my Prince breathed in open awe! I nodded, having noticed that Lorraine had merely just stood there! "You have drawn blood," Pharis breathed, holding her hand up to her face. Under the caste codes Lorraine had "satisfaction". "You will give me this girl," Lorraine spoke then to her. "She is yours," Pharis breathed, her face cut, marked... "You will `own' no more slave girls, nor will you ever `dis- cipline' another," Lorraine spoke, her eyes holding those of the luckless Queen of the Wyomings. "If you disobey my orders, next time I will kill you," she added, Pharis nodding back in terror. "You need rest," I said Lorraine, who obviously didn't look her best by any means. "I will send my Physician to attend you," I added, motioning to Kathi to assist the Warlady if so needed. "Maris," Lorraine said to me, "Don't go along with `this'." "We will speak later," I smiled at her, getting to my feet, taking the Imperial woman's arm, Kathi now taking her other arm. Wondering what I could say now to Lorraine, knowing what was be- ing planned. As she had said, this might well be World War Four! 2569 A.D.! THE DULARNIAN QUEEN AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Thirty "I keep `thinking' of Lorraine," my husband said to me as we laid together in each other's arms. I was tempted to say some- thing like "I hope its with her clothes on", but thought "better" of it just then. "I think she was `serious' about Valeris too." "What are your `feelings' on Valeris?" I asked, kissing the side of his neck. "Do you consider her a `threat' to `Mankind'?" "Lorraine's airplane is still here," he answered me back. I knew that she hadn't suddenly flown off right back to the Empire. "The guardswoman said that she asked for a carriage," I re- plied, both of us having drifted off the original subject here. "Must have had some destination in mind," he said to me, running a fingertip over one of my bare nipples, "stiffening" it. "She was pretty upset about Valeris for some reason," I re- plied, well aware that I didn't feel too happy about it either! I didn't "like" the woman, or anything she stood for, but I did- n't like the "response" that she'd triggered off among most men!! It reminded me of religious crusades, of a great battle against an unspeakably "evil" enemy that must be "destroyed" at all cost! There have been "wars" like that back in Man's history, even "crusades" of one sort or another against some "unspeakable" foe. "Darlanis `used' Valeris like she once `used' Tara," he an- swered, running a hand down my naked body there beneath the bed covers. It was true that Darlanis had supplied Valeris with the means to destroy the last of the barbarian strongholds there far in the north. She now had a navy, an army mounted on gigantic wolves at home in the evergreen forests of the north. Military "advisors" from California, Imperial Warrioresses, the compound bows as manufactured in Trelandar from Lorraine's own "design"... "Darlanis doesn't `share' Valeris' belief's," I pointed out. "Darlanis is a person who `uses' people," he answered back. I knew "that" was true. She'd somehow managed to convince Tara, who had once been Thar Marden's wife before she took her place, to "serve" her as Warlady. Then when Tara had turned on her over her son's "relationship" with a famous prostitute, Lara Warsan, Darlanis had then turned to Lorraine, "using" her much the same. "And now that Lorraine is starting to show some `independence', I think Darlanis has found herself `another' to carry out her wish- es," my husband spoke, his hand slipping down between my thighs. "You've already `had' me," I pointed out to him then, feel- ing the "touch" of his fingers. My shaved love lips opening, welcoming his fingers as they slipped up into my wet love sheath. "The Queen of Dularn is a woman who `delights' in love mak- ing," he said to me, slipping his fingers in deeper now. The "fact" that I was "sensitized" no doubt had something to do with it here. I knew that there was no way I could control myself... "Where `is' Lorraine?" I asked Tori as we joined the others for breakfast the next morning. The Warlady's airplane still yet was tied to the palace dock where she'd left it the day before. A good roaring fire in the fireplace, a guardswoman at the door. "She hasn't returned yet from wherever she went," Tori said. "I would like to `know' where she went," I spoke, Tori nod- ding, well aware that this was a "command" that could lead to an entire search of the city for the now "missing" Imperial Warlady. "As your majesty wishes," Tori answered, then striding off. "That woman is `up' to something," Queen Freydis muttered. "She does not `approve' of `what' you wish to do," I said. "It hardly `matters' what she thinks," Queen Pharis snapped. "And if I `owned' this wench of yours, I'd welt her big ass for her lazy ways," she added then, regarding a now terrified Kathi. "You don't," I snapped back, irritated by the woman's tone. "Pharis, remember we are `guests' here," her husband spoke. I suspected that Pharis was the "dominant" in this relationship from what I'd seen here and what my own husband had told me now. "You, `summon' our own girl," Pharis snapped then at Kathi. "Do so," I said to Kathi, my eyes holding those of Pharis'. "Now this is a proper slave girl!" Pharis snapped at me. The wench kneeling before us, head deeply down, her hands clasped behind herself. I sensed the girl's terror too of her mistress! A "terror", I suspected here, that might be fully justified too!! "May I command her?" I said in a soft voice, Pharis nodding, well aware that as a guest here in my palace she could hardly do otherwise. Her husband sitting there regarding me, and the girl. "Girl, stand, remove your dress," I said to the wench, who glanced at her mistress, and then at me, well aware that she would have to do. Most slave girls have little "modesty" as such after having worn the collar for a month or so. I speak here from my own experience at such "things" back when I was a slave girl in Trelandar. One quickly gets "used" to the fact that one's body is no longer "theirs", that others now "own" you and that you have no more "rights" at the best than does some dog... "Do so, slut!" Pharis snapped, and most unpleasantly here. She was not the sort of a woman I really wanted for a "mother in law", but I didn't know what I could do about it here either now! "Oh, oh," I heard Freydis breathe, Lorraine now stepping into the room. She looked something like a thunderstorm about to strike. Obviously whatever she'd attempted to "do" had failed. She looked tired, exhausted, and at her wits end just then too... "Carry on," the Imperial Warlady snapped, standing there. I suspected that she was suffering from "morning sickness" judging from the way that she stood, the glow of sweat there on her brow. In any case she wasn't in a good mood, I could tell easily here. "Remove your clothing," I said to the luckless slave girl. "Yes, mistress," the girl answered, undoing her clothing. "Who is your mistress?" Lorraine spoke in level tones. The girl's body covered with half healed welts from shoulder to knee. "And what did you `do' to `earn' this," the Warlady asked her. "She spilled wine," Pharis snapped, angry at all this. "`Stand', Queen of the Wyomings," Lorraine said then to her. "What do you mean?" Pharis snapped unpleasantly. I don't think she expected the "slap" that sent her stumbling back, the strength of the Imperial Warlady greater than one might expect... "You have been `challenged' under the caste codes," Lorraine said in level tones, drawing the long slim sword she carried, a blade of stainless steel forged centuries ago in a time of myth. "You're `pregnant'," Pharis gasped, no doubt terrified now as any might be by being "challenged" by the greatest swordswoman of all time! A woman who was a legend all over the known world! "A pregnant woman can still issue a `challenge'," Lorraine said. She cannot be "challenged", but she can issue one, I knew. All of us sitting there, the whipped slave girl going to her knees, no doubt well aware as were all of us that there was no way that Pharis could escape with her "honor" intact right now. "Why?" Pharis pleaded, well aware now too that her life was Lorraine's to "take" if the Imperial Warlady wished to take it. "Draw," Lorraine spoke, standing there, her voice like ice. I saw Pharis draw, saw the terror in her eyes as she stood there. I dared not interfere in such a thing as this despite my power as Queen of Dularn. Under the caste codes I had no choice in this! I remembered seeing Lorraine "play" with Carol, whose own swords- manship I had so greatly admired, a woman who I had once thought might even be a "match" for the Imperial Warlady. It is said by many that Lorraine is the greatest swordswoman of all time, from the age when swords were first invented until now. I believe it! "She is a good swordswoman," my husband whispered to me. I supposed that she was. But against LORRAINE? A woman whose own skill with a blade is such that no man or woman can stand against her? Granted, Lorraine was six months pregnant, but I didn't think it would make that much of a difference. I didn't even think that Pharis would be a match for me, and I'm not really all that good, even after everything I learned from Carol last year. "Make your move," Lorraine spoke in level tones. I saw the swift interchange of blades, saw Pharis leap back, reach up, touch her face, saw the blood start to run. I did not think that Lorraine "wished" to kill or she would have done so now. I knew, however, that whatever Lorraine wished to "do" to Pharis, she could do so without anyone being able to stop her from doing so! "She didn't even `move'," my Prince breathed in open awe! I nodded, having noticed that Lorraine had merely just stood there! "You have drawn blood," Pharis breathed, holding her hand up to her face. Under the caste codes Lorraine had "satisfaction". "You will give me this girl," Lorraine spoke then to her. "She is yours," Pharis breathed, her face cut, marked... "You will `own' no more slave girls, nor will you ever `dis- cipline' another," Lorraine spoke, her eyes holding those of the luckless Queen of the Wyomings. "If you disobey my orders, next time I will kill you," she added, Pharis nodding back in terror. "You need rest," I said Lorraine, who obviously didn't look her best by any means. "I will send my Physician to attend you," I added, motioning to Kathi to assist the Warlady if so needed. "Maris," Lorraine said to me, "Don't go along with `this'." "We will speak later," I smiled at her, getting to my feet, taking the Imperial woman's arm, Kathi now taking her other arm. Wondering what I could say now to Lorraine, knowing what was be- ing planned. As she had said, this might well be World War Four! |
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